Okay, so when a person undergoes a BPD/DS bariatric procedure, it's almost a guarantee that THERE WILL BE GAS. And lots of it.
I'm proving this to be true. If I didn't just, well, cut loose while I'm here at home, I'd spend my entire life in the bathroom. It's just the way it is. So I will occasionally rip one. Everyone here is accustomed to it and usually doesn't even notice anymore.
Except when there's a particularly vehement expulsion. Just now, Isaac said, "Holy cow, Mom. D'ya think that one showed up on the Richter Scale?"